Of course, after that day, Dylan and I started talking more but then we were never fully comfortable with each other. Most times, we avoided talking about personal issues, probably because we feel like we don't trust each other or whatever but to me, all that didn't matter. Even though I can't say I had someone to share my pain with, I at least had someone I could talk to and that's okay. Dylan was a good distraction. He's annoying, funny and can be off. He takes my mind off things. It feels good to feel something other than pain and burden. At first, Dylan didn't seem to care. After the day he called me best friend, he barely looked at me or even talked to me. I was always the person walking up to him to say hi and start a discussion or something. Later on, Dylan got used to my presence, not really used to it but he actually started talking... a lot. "Don't barge in you idiot. Learn how to start knocking.", I groaned, rolling my eyes as soon as I heard my door slam ope
"C'mon, he's not that strong. Give me a break.", I rolled my eyes, increasing my pace so Dylan wouldn't be able to keep up but he's not as sluggish as I thought. "What do you mean he's isn't that strong?!", he wouldn't let go of what I said about his favorite anime character while we were in the car. I didn't intend to piss him off this much. His face was red and he kept yelling.? "Why can't I think what I want to think about him? It's my opinion anyways.", I said, ignoring the attention we were able to draw already. "Because we're talking about Saitama!", watching anime became a hubby for us ever since our first try out. We always had different opinions and always argued about every little thing. He just doesn't know how to let go. I can be the same most times but still. "Your opinions are always crap.", he argued. I stopped by my locker, opening it and noticing as people around left without thinking twice. I was used to it and
"Remind me to never let you sit never let you sit next to me in class again.", I frowned, pushing my books to the side as soon as the bell rung. "And why should I do that?", Dylan asked with a smile playing on his lips. It's been there for a while. "Cause I learnt absolutely nothing.", I sighed, glancing at the board, wondering when they wrote all the science stuffs they did. I didn't even know the topic. "Oh...", He trailed, leaning on the chair and slouching a bit. Dylan literally talked through out school today and I couldn't tell him to stop. I didn't want to stop hearing his voice. It was comforting, but then again I wanted to listen to the teacher as well. I was hoping at least one teacher would tell him to shut up and one did, but he completely ignored him. It went like, "Dylan, please if you could just lower your voice.", the class let out a gasp when the teacher said that. "Avery I've told you to try putting yo
Mr. Arthur didn't give Dylan and I the chance to talk yesterday. He kept asking questions about school and why Dylan didn't want him to come and pick us up. Most times Mr. Arthur over thinks but that's cool. He never fails to show how much he cares. "Tch.", I hissed, struggling to inhale the next breath. Waking up with pains was normal now. I never go to bed, I pass out. The mad man can't learn to give me a break. "Shit.", I swore, glancing at the clock then standing up immediately and stretching, enjoying the sounds of my cracking bones and letting out a loud sigh as soon as I was satisfied. "I'm late.", I said, rushing to clean up the mess my dad made last night and then to the bathroom.? I had to have a long bath though if not I wouldn't be able to wash of the dried blood on my hair. I always feel disgusting everytime I wake up but I could get used to it. After I had made breakfast, I rushed out. I didn't want to keep Dylan and Mr. Arthur
I laid on Dylan's bed, waiting for him to come out of the shower. No one had said a word since Mr. Arthur came to pick us up. Mr. Arthur himself hadn't even looked at me. I felt more uncomfortable than ever but there's nothing I can do about it. I had to stay since that's what Dylan said he wanted. The part of me that felt I had something to do with why Dylan and Mr. Arthur were in a bad mood was dead. Now I'm just worried about them. I already picked up a hint of what was going on. "Sorry to keep you waiting.", Dylan said as soon as he came out of the bathroom. "Don't worry about it.", I said, sitting up and turning to him.? He was fully dressed but his hair was still a bit wet. "Uhh...", he trailed, proceeding to sit next to me. "You can ask me what's wrong. I don't know how to start explaining if you don't." "Oh... Hehe.", I laughed awkwardly, sighing after. "So what happened?", I finally asked. He forced a sm
Avery's POV I sat by a corner in my room squeezing my stomach in pain and watching myself bleed. My throat felt dry, my eyes felt like they were burning and my chest ached. My vision was blurred like it always was every time I got beaten by my dad. I couldn't help but wonder the worst thing that could happen if I killed the man. I spat out the blood in my mouth, feeling irritated by the feeling of dried blood on my skin. Letting out a low sigh as soon as my mouth was free. I remained in a position, watching most of my injuries heal in seconds, smiling to myself. I took pride in my speedy healing. I attempted moving, groaning at the sound of my cracking bones. "He didn't hold back today,", I groaned to myself, using the desk next to me as support to stand up. "What an ass.", I whispered, biting my lower lip in annoyance and waiting impatiently for myself to fully heal. This was a daily routine. My 'dad' loved beating me up every morning. My pain was pleasure
Avery's POV It took Dylan forever to get ready. Who's he trying impress? He had me waiting for him impatiently in the sitting room with his dad. We both gossiping about how annoying he can be. He doesn't care about school because he's going to be Beta as long as he's fast, strong, and sharp in thinking. But I care because I'm a normal (not completely normal) wolf that needs to find a job. As soon as I heard footsteps, my head shot up making my gaze meet Dylan's immediately. He was walking in slow Mo, as if trying to cause a Disney effect or something. I hissed, passing a glare as I completely lost my patience. I stood up, storming off to him and grabbing him by the collar. I heard him laugh as I pulled him all the way to the garage, letting him go when we got to the car. His dad followed with the car keys. He adjusted "How rough of you m'lady" he winked at at me, attempting to hold my hand. "We're late you idiot" I frowned, holding back the urge to
Avery's POV I got into the car with my eyes fixed on Dylan. I couldn't help but feel nervous. The atmosphere was tensed and filled with uncomfortable silence. Dylan didn't even look like he was planning on talking. He started the car without saying anything then zoomed off. I could still see how worried he was. "Mind telling me what happened?" I kind of whispered, knowing if I don't talk, I'd be left in the dark. "I... Don't want you worrying yourself over a dream.", he said, not reflecting any emotions. I couldn't really read him anymore. "Dylan please" I pleaded, already getting myself worried. He remained quiet. "Dylan..." "I dreamt my dad was killed... I watched him get clawed but I couldn't move. I tried...I really did but I couldn't... Then you showed up" he paused I pressed my lips together, leaning on my seat. The thought of Mr. Arthur dying caused a heart ache. "You saw my dad's dead body then laid n